The Next Day (circa 98)
Anna,” Mom scolded my little sister into being quiet. Anna hid her mouth with her hands, too bad
she could not as easily hider her shrieking laughter, piercing my ears. “Sorry, Linnzee,” she lisped as quietly as
she could. I nodded, feeling my thoughts
rattle and scatter. I hope my smile did
not look like a grimace to her. I wish
they would leave the room, all of them.
In fact, I wish they would leave the hospital, leave me alone. Chances of that happening are very slim
though. I love my family, but sometimes…
there anything I can do for you? You
want some juice? You cold? Want another blanket? Anna, be quiet,” Gramma raised her voice
sharply and just as sharply the ax that she intended to slice Anna’s sing-song
chatter sliced into my brain and I think I screamed. But I am wrong.
opened the drapes, “Let’s get some light in here. That ought to cheer you up. It’s so dark, someone would think…” Turning into the pillow, I try to avoid the
shafts of dusty beams that prick and pry at my grainy eyelids and poke into my
hot dry eyes. Her bright tinkering
prattled on and on and I never really liked her anyway.
ironically, is the only one I do not mind at the moment. She is quietly rubbing my shoulder,
slowly. She’s just visiting Gramma for a
spell. Never met her before in my
life. But right now, I want only her
with me. They would be so upset
though. Must not offend them.
I hear those
by now familiar sounds of an angel in white, come to rescue me from my loving
family. The door gently swished, soft
crepe scruffles on the tiles. Then,
blessedly cool hands touch my face and I can feel everyone shift away from me,
rearranging their space to center on the nurse.
Anxious to appear concerned but not stifling, Mom asks, “When can she
I am hoping there is not an answer.